"Blaine, I was wondering…." Kurt says, as they walk, suddenly becoming shy.
"Yes Kurt?" Blaine answers, trying to catch Kurt's eyes.
"Would you like to come over tomorrow night? My Dad and Carole have some meeting or press conference thing, I usually tune out after the words 'we'll be gone this weekend.' And I just thought we could do with sometime alone."

He has no idea as to why he's blushing and feeling as if he's asking Blaine out on a first date. For some reason Kurt was worried about his answer, scared he didn't want to spend time with him.
"Sure, that'd be great." Blaine answers, looking to Kurt, with the cutest smile and brightest eyes Kurt has ever had the pleasure to gaze into, and not be called something horrible.

"Great! I've kinda missed you to be honest, you've seemed a bit distant, I've been a bit worried actually, scared you were getting sick of me," by this point the boys had stopped walking altogether and Kurt's speech was quickening.
"And I don't even know why the hell I'm saying this, but you haven't really been talking with me, and Rachel says that's usually the first sign that a relationship is falling apart-"
"Stop!" Kurt looks to Blaine as he grabs his hands and looks into his eyes.
"Kurt, I love you. I'm not sick of you. I'm not breaking up with you," he smiles, laughing slightly. "What brought this on?" Blaine face falls a little as he speaks, and he begins to look almost as scared as Kurt was moments ago.

"You've just been a bit distant. It doesn't matter," Kurt dismisses, casting his eyes to the ground.
He wasn't wrong. Blaine had been distant, and he was aware of it. He was terrified Kurt would figure out what he'd told his Dad to get to Mckinley. Yet still he smiled at the fact that this amazing boy, that he clearly didn't deserve, noticed his existence let alone his mood. He gently places his hand under Kurt's chin lifting it gently, making his eyes meet his own.
He slowly moves to press his lips against Kurt's, whispering "I promise you've nothing to worry about."

Instantly Kurt returns the kiss, placing his palm against Blaine's cheek, gently stoking it with his thumb.
Once they pull apart, Kurt breaks into a smile, laughing slightly, still giddy from the breath taking kiss. Blaine mirroring Kurt's expression and giddiness, watches Kurt trying to compose himself.

"Blaine…" A rough voice says from behind the couple. Blaine stiffens, and pulls away from Kurt's embrace, his eyes wide and full of terror. Kurt turns to face a broad middle aged man, with the same curls and hazel eyes as Blaine, except this man had none of the warmth Blaine possessed, he had a light stubble and large bags under his eyes, he'd almost be Blaine's future self if it wasn't for the hardness in his stare.
"D-Dad! What are y-you doing here?" Blaine stutters.
"I thought I'd give you a lift home, your mother wanted me to pick up dinner on the way." Blaine's father says, slightly glaring at Kurt.
"And who's your……..friend?" He grinds out.
"I'm Kurt, Kurt Hummel," Kurt says brightly, holding his hand out waiting for Blaine's father to take it. He merely stares at Kurt, glancing to Blaine, making Blaine cower like a dog in trouble with it's master.
"Come on, Blaine. Your mother will get impatient." Blaine follows his father, looking over to Kurt apologetically.

Kurt watches Blaine walk away, baffled an offend by his father's actions, mumbling,
"Nice to meet you too…"

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Blaine watches his father as they walk toward his car, terrified of what he's going to say. He stops once they reach the car and turns to look at Blaine, anger burning in his eyes.

"So was that 'Katie'?" He spits, glaring at Blaine.
"Dad, please, he and I were in lo-"
"Don't you dare! Whatever you two have it isn't love, it's fucking disgusting! You told me you wanted to come here for some girl, but you came here for that FUCKING FAG?!" He yells, grabbing Blaine's arm, his face fuming.
"Answer me!"
Blaine slowly looks up, his tears clouding his vision.
"Yes. I wanted to come here for him. I lov-"
"Shut up! I told you! Your a fucking fag, it's not love!"
"Get in the car!" He slams his door.
Blaine slowly gets into the passenger side, not daring to look at his father, already knowing how this terrible night would end.

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They walk through the door and are greeted by Blaine's mother and 13 year old sister. His sister, Lilly, rushes to the bags of take away, her smile falling once she see's Blaine's expression. Blaine's father hands the bags to Lilly, telling her to place them on the counter.

"Katie, we need to have a talk with Blaine," his father says to his mother.
"I'll tell Lilly to go to her room,"
"No. She needs to see this." He grinds out, looking at Blaine, fire still burning behind his eyes.
Blaine's mother, Katie, immediately becomes worried, and looks to Blaine sadly.

"Katherine, our son lied to us about his so called girlfriend. He told us he was dating some girl, so he could transfer to Mckinley. When in truth, he wanted to transfer for some stupid boy!" He yells, turning on Blaine.
"I have told you countless of times, this is unnatural, your unnatural. I should never have let you transfer, the last thing I want to do is spend more money on you. So I will offer you a choice," he smirks slightly toward Blaine.

"You can stay at Mckinley, and be with that boy, and you butt buddies can live happily ever after," He grabs Blaine's shirt spitting his words as he says, "but if you do, you will no longer be my son, no longer welcome in my house, and by the time I'm finished with you, your own mother won't recognise you!"
"Richard!" Blaine's mother yells.
"Our son is a disgusting fag, Katherine. He deserves it! He needs to be punished!" He shouts.

"Now, the other choice is this, you can stay at Mckinley, but you break it off with him, and never speak to him again. And don't you dare think about doing anything like this again!" His eyes bore into Blaine waiting for an answer.
Blaine looks to his mother, she has tears in her eyes, mouthing sorry. He looks back to his father, his smirk still in place.

"Well?" Richard says, clearly becoming impatient.
Luckily enough, Blaine's mother wasn't against him in anyway, she knew about Kurt, knew how he loved him and how close they were, and she was unbelievably happy for the both of them when Blaine told her. So she tried to give Blaine some more time, having no real control over her husband, at least not when it came to Blaine.

"Richard, maybe it could wait after dinner, it's getting cold anyway. He can wait," she says gently, placing her hand on his arm, which was still tightly gripping Blaine's shirt. His eyes were still fixed on Blaine, waiting for an answer.
"Come on, honey. Let's just have dinner and talk about this later," she looks to Blaine, her eyes sad.
He finally let's go of Blaine, shoving him into the wall as he does, he turns and heads for the dining room.

Blaine leans against the wall, feeling as if he can't breathe, slowly his tears begin to pour down his cheeks. His mother wraps her arms around him pulling his head into her neck, trying to soothe him. He clings to her sobbing into her shoulder, asking her what to do, like a child begging for his mummy to stop the pain.
"Shh, it's okay sweetie. Look just go up to your room, I'll get Lilly to take your dinner up to you. I'll try to talk him out of it, okay?" She whispers to him, pulling their foreheads together, "I'll do everything I can, it's going to be okay." She smiles warmly, wiping the last of his tears from his cheeks. He nods, holding back a sob, and slowly letting his arms fall to his sides, as his mother kisses his cheek and heads of in the same direction as his father.

He begins walking over to the stairs, when he catches Lilly hiding by the doorway of the kitchen. She steps out tears in her eyes, she rushes over to him wrapping her arms around him tightly. He responds holding her tightly, "don't worry, Lil. It's gonna be okay."
"But, he's going to kick you out Blaine. And I don't want you to lose Kurt," she mumbles, not letting go.
He gently pulls her so she's facing him, "Lilly, it's going to be okay. Just don't say anything to Dad, okay? It'll be fine." His voice is close to breaking as he speaks. He lets her go and rushes up the stairs, speeding into his room and slamming his door, he slowly slides down it collapsing into a sobbing heap, the sobs wrenching his chest.

He sat there for what felt like days, he didn't remember when he crawled on his bed, nor did he even notice falling asleep, his tears still running down his face. There's a quite knock on the door, Lilly hadn't come up after hearing Blaine through his door, she'd let him be. She knocks again, which receives a groan and a slurred 'go away', she ignores it and quietly sneaks through the door. She silently walks up to his bedside table placing down the box of noodles for his dinner.

"Don't you understand the meaning of 'go away'?" He mumbles, his back to her.
"Yes, but you know how much I love to annoy the hell out of you," she smirks, laughing a little at his askew gelled hair.
"Mmmnhm," she quirks an eyebrow at his incoherent speech, and begins prodding his back with a chopstick, hoping to get him to pay attention.
"Get up, lazy. You need to eat your dinner, Dad's getting impatient and Mom's trying to get him to reconsider, but you know how stubborn he is. And you'll need some time to pack-"
"Who said I was going to leave?" He asks, sitting bolt upright, finally realising the importance of the situation.
"Your not going to leave Kurt, he's the best thing that's happened to you. And I think being kicked out of home for a boy you love, is better than staying here being in misery and alone for the next year or so," she reasons, continuing her prodding now into his side.
He grabs the chopsticks from her placing them by his dinner, giving her a disapproving look.
"I'm not going to move out, Lilly. I'm staying," Lilly looks at him as if he's mad, "but Dad's not changing his mind Blaine, he wants you to choose between Kurt and us."
"Then I'll just have to choose this, you guys. I'll just have to-" Blaine's eyes begin to swell with tears all over again, the thought of breaking up with Kurt makes his heart twist tightly in his chest.
"But, Blaine, you need Kurt he's-"
"I have no choice!" He shouts, causing Lilly to jump and eye him cautiously. His frustration fades instantly, his expression turning into one of sadness.
"Just finish your dinner then come downstairs, okay?" Lilly says, heading for the door.

By the end of the night, Blaine was exhausted from all his crying, was sick of both his parents, and knew that the next morning would be the start of his world crashing down around him. He hoped he would survive it, kept telling himself that eventually he'd get over it, but reason lingered in the back of his mind, deep down he knew that this would kill him, he'd never be the same. He knew that his decision would hurt more than he care to imagine, what he didn't know was what he would do after it all, how he'd cope, or even if he would, and it terrified him.